This morning, we got up and went for our walk. I've set up a pedometer to track the distance and steps. It will be nice to track our progress.
On the way back home, a garbage truck was backed up and loading a bunch of things into the truck. Furniture, wall decor, a bird feeder. It was a big pile of stuff and I really couldn't tell you all the stuff that was in that pile, but it was a lot of things.
Tim and I both stopped in our tracks when they lifted an upside down diningroom table. Beneath it was a girls bike, with a snazzy pink paint job and pink rims. It looked in very good shape.
"That's a shame," I said. "There are plenty of kids in this town without a bike."
The garbage man said, "Take it, then. Take it and find someone to give it to. If you know anybody that can use any of this stuff, take it." We were not hauling it all home. We just couldn't, but the bike bothered me. Most of the children in our community live in poverty. I looked at Tim. He'd be the one checking it over, and he had quite a list of things for the day.
He said, "We're taking that bike."
He rode it the rest of the way home. It was funny to see him riding a 20 inch pink bike, but by the time, we got home, he said, "There's nothing wrong with this bike. It needs air in the tires and the chain needs some lube." He quickly went to work on it and gave it a bit of a clean up while he was at it. I took a picture and posted it on facebook. It was snapped up quickly.
I'm glad that we saved it from the dump.